[ He... hesitates there for an extra second, then makes up the lost time getting his feet back underneath him. He can't take his eyes off her now, not even as he works the kinks out of injured arm. Watching her messing with the goo. It's nasty stuff, alright.

Finally, almost reluctantly: ]

It's a chemical compound. It's supposed to slow you down.

[ He plucks the canteen off his belt, then gingerly takes a step closer. If he was smarter he'd be running in the other direction now, he's pretty sure. ]

You're the one who threw me ten feet. If I didn't have training I could've broken my neck.